paroles de chanson House On Mulberry Street - Porter Wagoner

There was old dan, and skip, scooter and me
In the summertime we used to meet
We wasted our time like nickels and dimes
At a house down on mulberry street
While old dan and skip was off chasing a stick that we threw,
Me and scooter would laugh oh she was my girl,
That was my world i'd give this one to get
That one back she always complained abouy the nickname
That was given to her by her dad he said she once cried
For a scooter to ride and he bought one with the last buck
He had as if it were today, i recall yesterday old dan just layed down
And died and the eyes of old skip taught me something i'd missed
Cause i never did know that dogs cried when scooter grew up
She went off to work as a model in some fashion town
That just left old skip, so we took us a trip caught a freight train,
Went ramblin around he died in the cold and somewhere i got old
I don't know just when that occurred and my ramblin around
Has brought me back to town but i'm really not lookin' for work
I just poked my head into a familiar old shed that time
Has been trying to push down there's two little wheels
Underneath of some steel on a little red frame rusted brown
Was that skip or old dan i thought brushed my hand
Was that scooter i thought i heard laugh or just memories
Of them out riding the wind that blew in to welcome me back

Oh the roof it all leaks, and windows they squeak
The paint is all faded away but still in the shade sleeps
The dreams that we made our memories still dance there today
I've been many places, i've seen many faces,
If given one wish it would be for old dan, and skip, scooter and me,
And the house down on mulberry street